Mother Poem by Jackie Chou

Mother



When will you be stone?

No more flesh to endure
your perpetual toil

Your ethereal eyes
cast a downward glance

The hem of your white gown
drapes to the ground

I awake

to your wind roughened face
your hobo rags

the sound of your voice
urging me to dance, and dance

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